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This is Steve Mccurry Steve who ha? Steve Mccurry, he’s one of the reasons I want to be a photojournalist. A Little bit of background: Steve started off born and raised in Pennsylvania, and later on he was even educated in Pennsylvania, Penn state. He didn’t just graduate, he came out of Penn state as Cum Laude of the College of Arts, true dedication. He’s written over a dozen books about his experiences as a photographer and has visited numerous countries around the world, although his favorites seem to be in south asia. Steve has worked for National Geographic for over 20 years, and has won a wide variety of awards including first place in the World Press Photo Contest . . . four times! Why I respect him: But to admire someone and respect him are two different things. I respect Steve Mccurry because of the hard work he puts into his photographs. Mccurry traveled to India with nothing but a backpack and his camera on him for several months when he crossed the …

So I might be a little late, when it comes to posting reviews on movies. Mostly because I don’t really have time to watch them, and because I just started this blog. A month or so ago I watched the Secret Life of Walter Mitty. Truly an amazing movie. As I watched it I felt like I was watching a movie about myself. Not that I work at LIFE or live in New York City, or look like a middle aged Ben Stiller. But I love photography and the stories behind them, a good photograph is like a good gourmet chocolate. They have that melt in your mouth sensation when you see them, poster sized, and on a wall. A good picture always has that amazing story that tags along behind it, but knowing the story isn’t the important part. A picture has an accompanying emotion, each one does. Growing up with professional photographers for grandparents I have come to appreciate the feeling that comes with taking that perfect picture. It’ s the feeling you …

This week was a whirlwind of new adventures, I feel as if I am finally a true Wahingtonian, now that I’ve been to my first protests. How it started was oddly unexpected though. Many of the girls on my floor are latino or hispanic and they were all making posters in our lounge. I asked them what they were planning on doing, they told me they were going to a protest. Immediately I wanted to go, not initially interested in why, but simply to witness the process. They told me that I had to wear all black and that we would meet at the metro station. Sounded a bit shady but, hey, it was a protest after all. I had fun needless to say, and I fell in love with the cause. The protest was about Venezuela, and how the government is ignoring not only the basic and fundamental human rights but also its people. Several students who were protesting the government were a couple of days before we decided to protest. To show our …